Pursuing the Details of His Love Tasbih

Chapter 5 - The Mystery Behind His Eyes

"Where are you going?" ameer asked to break the silence because Meizia had been silent since then.

"From... Home," great-grandson Meizia.

"Okay, where are you going from home?" asked Ameer again, he glanced at the woman by his side at a glance and inexplicably Ameer seemed to see something hidden behind Meizia's beautiful eyes.

"Eat" replied Meizia.

Ameer ber-Oh ria while nodding in understanding.

"Okay, near here is a place to eat but typical of the Middle East, would you?" her bargain and Meizia just nodded. "But before that I want to pray Isya first, can I? Or are you hungry already?"

Meizia simply shook her head slowly, making Ameer only able to sigh heavily.

A few minutes later Ameer stopped his car in front of a crowded mosque.

"Come, we pray!" take Ameer but Meizia shakes her head slowly. "Why? You do not pray because you are menstruating or .. not agam—"

"Halangan," cut Meizia down quickly.

"Okay, wait here for a minute."

Before getting out of the car, Ameer took off the jacket she was wearing and gave it to Meizia. "Wear it, let's not catch a cold" said Ameer because Meizia's clothes are quite open at the top and bottom.

"Thank you" Meizia smiled slightly. However, Ameer did not see the smile because he always avoided looking directly at Meizia's face.

As Ameer went inside the mosque, Meizia turned around and somehow felt something unusual in her heart. Especially when he saw some of the women in closed clothes coming in and out of the mosque, there was a sense of warmth in his chest.

Meizia was about to descend and wanted to enter the mosque, but she abandoned her intentions when she recalled where she came from and grew up.

Meizia felt inappropriate.

"Oh my God, Ustaz Ameer is a good man." Meizia muttered while squeezing Ameer's jacket that she had not yet worn. "How lucky is the holy woman to get it."

While inside the mosque, Ameer meets one of her mother's friends. After the prayer, they chatted for a while and her mother's friend gave her a gift of pashmina which she said was from Arabia.

"Greet your mother, Ameer," said the middle-aged woman.

"Allah, Auntie" replied Ameer. "I'll excuse you then."

After that, Ameer immediately returned to the car and she saw Meizia who was already wearing her jacket. However, Ameer immediately muttered Istighfar as she realized Meizia's thigh was exposed.

"You must be cold, so put this on, yeah." Ameer gave the pashmina to her mother's friend in Meizia.

"Where did you get it?" meizia asked because Ameer had brought nothing.

"It's actually a gift from Ummi's friend, but it's okay. You just wear it first."

"But your mother will be angry."

"No, my mom's not a bad-tempered woman. So you just wear it to cover your body."

Covering bodies?

Now that Meizia understood, Ameer was not afraid she was cold but she definitely did not like to see Meizia's clothes open. Without saying anything more, Meizia tied the long pashmian to her waist to cover the lower part of her body.

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Ameer took Meizia to a restaurant that provides Middle Eastern specialties, they ordered some food while occasionally chatting. More precisely, Ameer occasionally asked questions because Meizia really did not speak unless asked.

"What's your favorite meal, Zia?" ask Ameer.

"Nothing" Meizia replied briefly.

"Then what about men? Are you close to someone right now?"

"That means I have a chance to be close to you?"

"No!" Meizia. "Please stop talking about that, I'm not interested."

Ameer let out a long sigh, it seemed that Meizia was indeed very uninterested in what Ameer wanted.

"Okay, I'm sorry" said Ameer.

Although Meizia did not say much, but Ameer could feel that there was something the woman held in her heart. It was visible from Meizia's eyes that sometimes looked cute, sometimes empty. The woman was lost somewhere and confused where to go.

Not long after, their food came and the two men ate in silence until Meizia finally said, "I'll go home alone later."

"Why?" ask Ameer.

"I don't want to bother."

"It's late, I'll drop you off."

"No, —"

"I don't ask any more questions, Meizia. So at least let me take you home."

Meizia thought for a moment before she finally nodded in agreement.

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"Why stop here? Where's your house?" ameer asked as Meizia asked to be dropped off in front of an alley.

"I'm not comfortable if someone takes me home" Meizia said after she got off Ameer's car and even Meizia forgot to return the Ameer items she was wearing.

Ameer could only stare at Meizia's back which was now getting further away. "Was women really like that? Not speaking unless asked?"

After Meizia disappeared from his sight, Ameer drove her car from there.

While Meizia now entered into her mother's private house, this house was only occupied by Meizia because the mother was more often in the brothel.

Tonight, Meizia's really hoping her mom doesn't come home. However ....

"Where are you from?" the mother shouted, waiting for Meizia there.

"Ma, I—"

PLAAKKKK

A single loud slap landed perfectly on Meizia's face even to the point of making the woman fall to the floor.

"Who's that guy, Mei?" hiss Mami Lala while pulling Meizia's hair violently.

"Ma, sick," whined Meizia with teary eyes.

"You got a girlfriend, huh? Did you forget what Mama said? Your body belongs to Mama and Mama will sell it to a man who is willing to pay you dearly, Meizia!"

Meizia's tears spilled, her heart felt tight even she started to have difficulty breathing. "Ma, I beg you." He was trying to get his hands off his hair. However, Mami Lala actually grabbed her hair harder to make Meizia feel that her hair will be separated from her scalp.

"Once again you make this mistake Mama will kill you, Mei!"

"Then kill me now!" shouted Meizia later. "I never asked to be born" he said later. "Especially to live a sinful life like this." Mami Lala laughed sarcastically at Meizia's speech.

"You were born of sin, Meizia! Bringing sin and will always live with sin, it's your destiny so just accept it!"

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Don't cry, okay?